Welcome to my blog. I live, knit and craft near the Northumbrian Coast (but not too near – the waves won't be splashing my knitting!).There's a story in every stitch, every grain of sand, every blade of grass. I thought I'd blog about it…
The other day we met some friends, who are visiting the area, for a walk at Druridge Bay Country Park. Daughter came too and the dogs had a lovely time. Our Buddy was joined by our friends’ cockapoo, Bertie.
The cowslips are in full bloom now.
The mallard ducklings have hatched.
It was a perfect day (although there was a cold wind) and there wasn’t another soul on the beach. Beautiful!
Sunday was a lovely day, cold but sunny. We met daughter at the Country Park and walked through to Druridge Bay. The sunshine had brought a lot of stir crazy lockdowners out for a beach walk in the fresh air. Although there were a lot of people out, there was plenty of space for everyone’s walk, from near Ashington to the south……
…to Amble in the north
There were children building sandcastles and flying kites. We even saw this remote control truck.
At one point we noticed a large flock of gulls had gathered the shoreline, with a few more feeding in the shallows. We reckon that a large shoal of small fish had come in, possibly chased ashore by predators. There was no sign of dolphins. It could have been predatory fish like bass.
There were lots of dogs being walked. Buddy made friends with a handsome Rhodesian Ridgeback named Charlie and they played together for a while.
It was getting colder so we went back to Daughter’s house to warm ourselves up with hot chocolate. Buddy fell fast asleep on the rug, exhausted by his game with Charlie.
At the weekend we went for a walk in Druridge Bay Country Park. We normally go in the Hadston entrance to the park, but this time we used another way in to the south that I’d never used before.
My first thought as we walked along the path here was that there was a ridiculous amount of litter, but on closer inspection, what I thought was discarded paper turned out to be fallen leaves.
I think these are from White Poplar trees, which had turned bright yellow for autumn except for the downy underside of the leaves which stay white.
There were quite a lot of these trees in this part of the park and when I checked I found out that they thrive in coastal areas, so are perfectly suited to this location.
We walked as far as the beach. There were quite a few people about, including a couple of surfers. There were certainly big enough waves for them. Buddy had a bit of a run about. He loves the beach.
I stayed at the end of the path – scooters and sand are not a good combination!
We walked back through the park and around the lake. Some of the trees in more sheltered spots have retained their leaves but many have fallen. It was damp murky weather and the rain had left the leaves slippery and beginning to rot down – no crunching through dry rustling leaves today! This larch provided a splash of colour. Its needles have now turned bright mustard yellow and the twigs are dotted with small round cones.
Buddy has never learnt that the water by the stepping stones is deeper than he thinks so we called him back before he made his usual mistake.
Even when the sun isn’t shining it’s always good to get outdoors, though I was quite glad to get back indoors and warm my hands on a mug of hot chocolate.
Yesterday turned into a lovely day so we arranged to meet daughter for a walk at Druridge Bay Country Park, close to where she lives. The last time I posted about a family walk there it was January and freezing cold. This time is was mild and we were treated to a little early autumn colour.
There were all sorts of berries on the trees and bushes.
There were loads of lovely ripe blackberries – daughter was keen to pick some. She has some apples from my mother’s tree, which has cropped very heavily this year, I’m not sure whether she will make bramble and apple gin or add the brambles to a crumble with the apples – she had a good bagful in a short time.
But berries are not the only way that trees and shrubs produce their seeds. This little oak tree was covered in acorns.
The Ash has elongated winged seeds, known as keys, that hang in bunches.
The field maple bears pairs of winged seeds.
Down by the lake there was a clump of reedmace, with distinctive velvety brown spikes.
The swans, ducks and gulls gathered by the boat ramp, waiting to be fed, while a lone paddle boarder floated by.
I was just beginning to think that despite all the colourful berries, there was very little autumn leaf colour, then I saw these beauties.
Close to the park exit there was a large stand of teasels. The spiky seedheads looked stunning in the late afternoon sun. We have some in our garden that I hope will attract flocks of hungry goldfinches.